Judge, 1924-05-10 · page 21 of 36
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Tom—I never felt so punk in my life. Jerry—Do any drinking last night? “Yea, and when I went to bed I felt fine. But when I woke up I felt terribly. It was the sleep that did it!"—Virginia Reel. Feu, Sprep ro tHe Rear The difference between a motorman And a conductor is quite’ strange The motorman changes the handle— The conductor handles the change. Ohio State Sun Dial. “Now, then, Passamaquoddy, what’s a dead letter?” “Ooons, Trimalchio, that be one that you give to your roommate to mail.”—Brown Jug. “Officer, catch that man running there. He tried to kiss me!” “Stall right, miss. There'll be an- other along in a minute.”"—C. C. N.Y. Mercury “Your girl is something of a riddle to me.” “Yes, I am thinking of giving ber up myself."—Hamilton Royal Gaboon. “Oh, I just broke my last string.” Pup—Gosh, what a helluva note!—Chicago Phoenix. Prof.—Why are you late for class this morning? Stude—Well, a sign down here— “Well, with it?” “The sign said: ‘School Ahead; Go Slow.’ —Pitt Panther what has a sign got to do Caller—Hello, is this bureau? Voice “How noon?” the weather Uh, huh. about a shower this after- “I dunno. If you need one take one.” —Carolina Boll-Weevil. Marcel—Do you know, Charlie, chorus girls have a hard time? Claude—Yes, they have to bare a great deal_—Penn. Punch Bowl. Before you start going around with a married woman, be sure you can go two rounds with her husband.—Georgia Yellow Jacket WEATHER Miss Passé—How is the Marie? The Maid madam. Very well. Puta healthy flush on my cheeks this morning. I'm going out —Penn. Punch Boul. weather, Fresh and windy, “T'll have none of your sass,” screamed the old woman to the soft drink peddler. Wisconsin Octopus. “How I became popular overnight.” —Cornell Widow